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Eòlas air Euslaint Dhaoine: Pàirt 6 (Seuntan an aghaidh Tinneasan Dhaoine a bharrachd)

Tha sinn air ais le Eòlasan an aghaidh thinneasan dhaoine (Tha fios agam, an dearbh rud a bha thu ag iarraidh a leughadh, madainn no feasgar, ach tha sinn an-seo co-dhiù)! Bheir sinn sùil air eòlasan, obaidhean agus aithrisean a shabaid an aghaidh thinneasan. Lorgadh na h-obaidhean agus eòlasan ann an alt le Mgr A. Mac a' Bheathain ann an Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Inverness, XVII.

Casg-Uisge [Strangury]
"Triùir a thachair orm a' tighinn às an Ròimh,
Peadar agus Pòl ...
'S e bu dùsgadh dhoibh 's iad nan codal suain.
Dh'iarr Moire mhìn a's aon Iosa Crìosda
Stad a chur le fhuil 's ruith chuir le fhual;
'S e 'thighinn gu mìn
Gun trioblaid gun strìth,
Mar uisge le gleann."
["Three met me coming from Rome
Peter and Paul ...
What awakened them as they slept soundly.
Meek Mary for the sake of Jesus Christ
Desired that a stop should be put to his blood,
And that his urine should run;
So that it would pass smoothly
Without trouble or distress,
As water down a glen."]

At cìch [Swelling of Breast]
There is a set of instructions for this charm: "Find a stone about the size of your fist; it must be almost buried in the ground in its natural state. Take it out about sunrise, and rub it to the pap or udder; replace it carefully, and do the same at sunset. In the act of rubbing, repeat the following...":
"An ainm an Athar, a' Mhic 's an Spiorad Naomh!
Suathadh làimh Chrìosd air cìoch Mhuire, an Òigh,
Ghrad thagh an t-at,
Mar sin gun traoghadh a' chlach seo thusa!"
["In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!
The rubbing of Christ's hand on the Virgin Mary's breast;
Quickly allayed the swelling;
Similarly may this stone abate the swelling for thee!"]

An Ruaidhe [Redness of the Breast]
"Tha eòlas agam air an Ruaidhe,
Gur ann air buaidh 's air bliochd,
A chuir Moir' a tonnaibh a cinn,
'S a chuir Brìghde a roinn a fuilt:
'Chrìosda, faicibh sibhse 'chìoch sin air at:
Gu ma slàn a' chìoch 's guma crìon an t-at;
Trian an-diugh 's trian a-màireach,
'S uile gu lèir an-earar."
["I possess a charm for the Redness,
It is for produce and milk,
Which Mary took from the crown of her head
And Bridget from the shedding of her hair.
Oh! Christ, see ye that breast swollen:
May the breast be healed and the swelling dissappear;
One-third today; one-third tomorrow;
And the remainder the day after."]

Foinneachan [Warts]
"Olla bhìdh gum beannaicheadh, Air a h-uile gin de na foinneachan."
["Oil of food, may thou bless, Each one of the worts."]

Dathagan [Worms]
Tha an t-eòlas seo ri lorg ann an "Beauties of Gaelic Poetry":
"Mharbhainn dubhag, 's mharbhainn doirbheag,
Is naoi naoinear dhe an seòrsa;
's fiolar crìon nan casan lìonmhor,
Bu mhòr pianadh air feadh feòla..."
["I would kill a black one, and I would kill a bad one,
And nine nine ones of their sort;
And the little nescock of numerous legs,
That causes great pain mid the flesh..."]

Sin sinne an t-seachdain-sa a thaobh eòlasan an aghaidh thinneasan. Tha mi an dòchas nach eil sibh a' fulang le tinneas sam bith a tha fos cionn agus gu bheil sibh uile gu slàn agus gu fallain. A bheil sibh eòlach air fear de na h-“eòlasan” fos cionn? A bheil feadhainn eile agaibhse? Leig fios dhuinn air facebook, twitter agus ar làrach-lìn fhèin!